He hears Darius and cries out miserably, angrily, struggles harder to break loose, his vision blurred wet and red-hazed, an elbow checking sharp at some tender body part and he remembers -

(Darius came back.) (Darius is struggling at the door, shouting for him.) (Darius is trying to get to him, trying to keep Morgan from dragging him off.) (Darius called him my adoration, gave him all and everything, and it's love, it's love even if just for a week, and Daddy said 'stay'.)

He remembers he's been trained. He knows how to fight, he knows how to kill someone with just his hands if he has to. This thought doesn't center him; this thought twists him from any grounding, sets him spiraling into panic. (He can't fucking kill Morgan, what the fuck kind of impulse -) (What is happening. What's happening. What's happening.)

Several things occur in rapid succession. Enri snarls and jerks violently, "Get the fuck off me!"

Darius shouts his name (and Enri thinks distantly, if that door opens, Morgan will kill him.)

And from behind him, a calm voice cuts through the din (excises the wind from his lungs and leaves him slack and shellshocked.)

"Stop, Puppy. That's enough."